The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.
Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.
Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade
Owner Aiden Tetradore
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.
Owner Risque Voth
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
He chuckled before nodding, but his words only made her scowl as she shook her own head. "No, no. No one's dying. Especially not over that. But I appreciate the effort." She smirked. She knew he only meant good by his words but she couldn't handle the thought of losing Henry, not ever. It wasn't something she ever wanted to think about. She knew her words had affected him when he suddenly hung his head. She hated seeing him like this, depressing and loathing himself. She couldn't handle it. She wanted the carefree confident Henry she knew from before. She hated that he was doing this to himself. She just wanted him better and happy again. At his words, she furrowed her brows and shook her head. "Nobody's perfect, Henry. That's the beauty of it. Everyone has regrets. It's what you do about them that matters." She couldn't help feeling that sometimes when she looked into his eyes, its like he was trying to apologize with just a gaze, like he wanted to say he regretted what they did. She didn't. Sure, it didn't mean the things for her that he wanted it to mean for her with someone else some day, but she did care about Henry. And in a way, he was still her best friend, teaching her how to be human. Maybe others couldn't see it that way but that's the way she saw it and she didn't regret that. She didn't want him to either, though she knew asking him not to would only do the opposite at this point. So maybe they shouldn't talk about it at all. He said that maybe some day he's meet Frost and she glanced at him curiously, not sure at all how that would go down. He said he met Nadya and she smiled, thinking of the kind panther that mothered her too in a way. When he said the pack didn't like to talk about her, she shrugged. "Yeah, there's plenty of drama there. But I guess that's what happens when you mix dominant siblings and forbidden love with the alpha who's trying to kill you. There are parts of it I get and parts I don't think I ever will. But it's in the past so I guess that's where it should stay." She told him how she'd called Frost a goat when she first met him and it at least got a chuckle out of him. She smiled. They moved into the east side and she felt a tension in Henry that wasn't there before. She glanced over at him, quirking a brow but figured he was just thinking about something, probably stressing over his situation with Sterling more. She had done just about all she could do on that front. Now it was up to him. He said that they were almost there and she nodded. When they got to the door, she turned to him. "You know, you're welcome here any time. I say so. Frost respects me and I don't know what you've been told about him but he's good to his pack members. Believe me, I wouldn't be here if he wasn't." She smiled softly. "Also, there's an invitation for dinner in it for you. You want to meet him some day? I can keep tension down like nobody's business. Then maybe you can ask any questions you have. Maybe it'll clear some things up for you. Just a thought." She leaned in and gave him a hug, sighing in contentment with her body pressed safely against his. When she pulled back, she gauged his reaction. |